I allow her to go out sometimes he stated nonchalantly
Because I’m a magnanimous sort
They have to be allowed out occasionally to keep them happy
I let her breathe sometimes
Though not too often as that’s not good for everyone
She asks nicely if I mind knows her place
Me? Well I do as I please like I should isn’t it obvious
Unless I say the door is always bolted
You see if the key were in sight she’d only get curious
As to what else is out there
Ideas might start occurring to her that aren’t any help to me
Best to allow a taste of freedom
She can’t see she’s my prisoner at all my friend
Tie the rope loosely like you do a dog
He shrugs, grins, and wags a finger to his listener
Mark my words you’ll rue the day
You decided to leave off the bolt, chain and let her be free
Because I know from experience a locked door
Is always what has to be slid gradually into place.
The door keep it bolted friend while keeping your smile on your face.
Swaggers away so sure he’s so learned, clever, wise
Confusion on his face when his friend asks what’s the fear in your eyes ?
You mix me up with someone else he retorts
She knows her place dammit!!
Unknown to him I saw him in the street
No ogre of massive proportions he
And I wondered who really let who out after all
You almost wavered in a stiff breeze
Couldn’t catch an eye and fear on a person speaking
Maybe my disgust and anger were directed at
A bit part player and echoed too closely for me
Stopped by shadows of then imposing on the world of now.